Ravnur whined and moaned and rocked with me until I thought we might shake the very core of Gullinbursti enough to break it apart around us. As I drew near my second release, with our hands still laced, and my other hand finding his cock to stroke it, I pressed our foreheads together and whispered.
“Better than the bulb?”
He laughed. “Better than anything I have known.” He grabbed my neck to drag me lower. “That is until it is my turn againto fuckyou.” He kissed me, so daringly deeper, he dragged my release right out of me with his tongue.
Ravnur whimpered between our mouths as I filled him, and I purposely slowed my strokes of his cock to draw his release out longer. He kissed me through it all, still rocking upon me, and only when it was his turn to release again did he pull from my lips.
“Fricco!”
“I have you, little raven.” I pumped Ravnur faster through his end and felt his heat coat my fingers. Such a different warmth I felt afterward and was compelled to say again, “I have you.”
So often after being with another, my release was followed by a hollowness, a cavernous longing inside me for more than what I’d had. But with Ravnur, I felt so marvelously full.
I licked his release from my fingers, but there was much mess between us still. Using one of the blankets, I wiped us clean as best I could and tossed it into the corner so we might lounge a while with the pleasant aches of our time together and watch the stars. The sun was long since set and the night sky glittered above us. From this vantage point, even lying back, we could see the bend of the various realms on distant branches, even Midgard below and Bifrost, the rainbow bridge, nearly faded now and barely still connected but arching upward to reach Asgard.
“I understand why you wanted to bring us here,” Ravnur said, settled contentedly beside me, where he fit just so, with our fingers twined again between us. “Are we just on a branch above Alfheim?”
“Yes. A little known one, very high up, but not far from home at all. Best view in all realms.” I looked at him, and he looked at me—then he looked all down the length of me.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
I hugged him to me and kissed him.
Before lying back with him again, I retrieved a hidden bottle of Freya’s Ruby Tears, though I didn’t intend to get nearly as drunk as last time. I filled Ravnur’s horn first and handed it to him.
“Wait, where did this come from? I thought I left it at home.”
“I have my ways.”
Ravnur laughed as I poured myself some and then settled in beside him to clink our horns together.
As we watched the skies, something like a shooting star streaked down from Asgard all the way to Midgard below.
“What was that?” Ravnur asked.
I considered the green glow from that star. “It must have been Loki. Up to more mischief, I assume. I am sure we will see him again. Someday.”
“And thank him. I was too mortified when he was here to add my thanks. Although, I suppose I have both him and that mortal man to thank, odd as it feels to thank anyone for having you before I did.”
“Dare I say it, but I do not believe anyone ever trulyhad mebefore you.”
This time, Ravnur kissed me, deep and claiming, for neither of us would ever belong to another again.
How strange yet wonderful to know that this time the love I felt was real—and returned.
“Raven?”
“Yes, Fricco?”
“I love you.”
No one had ever looked as lovely as he did when he echoed, “I love you.”
And we kissed again.
Epilogue
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